Capitolo 69
to us as the reward of our perfect obedience to the laws of nature. In
more first years when we read together Keats that the most greater part of everybody of
the poets of the world felt the things that pass, even then I was asking me
to the way where he brings out this: what to understand the Pain it
it has to be separate from the pains: they would be as darkening of shades
the bright disk of the clear tragedy of life, making him/it so less
bravely seen.
"And so he is telling us not to summon you treat again sad neither play always
with mournful emblems; don't fake himself/herself/themselves as being standing on the banks
of Lethe, more dark of rivers; neither to gather the bad luck of wolf and to twist the
you poison out of his/her narrow roots; neither it put in front of us the cup of hemlock;
neither it ties on our times the vermilion grape of grape of nightshade; neither account
on the berries of the tree of rate that it protects sad places; neither he/she thinks of
the coleopter that works in the place of bed, neither it looks at the wings of the death
moth, neither he/she listens to the elegy of the owl--the voice of ruins. Not
these! they is the emblems of our pains. But the emblems of the Pain
it is the beautiful things to their perfect moment; a red peony only
opening, a rainbow seen not for an instant on the foam white youth
it was still grown weak but already growing weak himself/herself/itself, it rejoyces with his/her finger on his/her lips, while offering
goodbye.
"And so with all of my happiness around me, I desire to know life
tragedy. And to know him/it, Frederick, not to inflict him/it: _I wants to be
told_."
"If you can be said, you will be said", he said.
You changed his/her position as if seeking the physical relief and
calm. Then she started:
"Years ago when you are a student in Germany, you had an university
friend. You went home with him two or three years to Christmas and
celebrated the German Christmas. It was so in that we came
has the Christmas Albero in our house--through memory of him and of
that years. You has often described to me as him and You in the summer